Intoxicated.

Harry and Claire spent three days straight working in the studio after school, he did most of the heavy lifting and high places when Claire couldn’t reach it. They made the pizza delivery a ritual every time they finished, but today was different, they just had to take figurines out of boxes.

“I wanna show you something” Claire smiled and grabbed Harry’s hand.

They reached a room full of iridescent glass, in all shapes and sizes. Harry was mesmerized by it and went around taking out his camera and capturing prisms as the glass take effect.

“I always go here whenever the sun is setting, the prisms make me feel like I’m in a different world…” Claire said as she went around.

Their bodies met in the middle, smacking into each other as Harry carefully sneaked his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. The proximity of their body, becoming non-existent.

“Oh, sorry…” Harry let go of his hold and boyishly scratched the back of his head.

“There’s more” Claire said, and ran off like a kid in a candy store. Harry followed her and was surprised by a room full of portraits.

They looked like portraits that should be in a royal family’s castle, most of them look so delicate. From a woman surrounded by her children to a man holding the globe in the palm of his hands.

“I know it looks boring compared to the prism room, but this gallery has been here since I was little. My dad used to take me here and we would create stories about the people in the painting” Claire smiled to herself as she stopped in front of her most favorite painting.

It was a painting of a ballerina in training and her back was turned away from the painter, she was posing and everything around the ballerina was in neutral colors of gray, white and black. The only prominent color was the color of her ballet shoes, a shy hint of pink.

“It’s untitled” Harry looked at the plaque underneath it and only the painter’s name was stated.

“I’ve seen some of his works but whenever he paints the ballerina, he leaves it untitled,” Claire said, sharing the same confused look on Harry’s face.

“They said it’s because he had no words to describe the object of this painting” Simon walked into the room, startling the two youngsters.

“Simon you scared me” Claire dramatically held her heart.

“Pizza’s here, kid.” Simon chuckled

“Oh, wait here,” Claire said to Harry as she rushed out of the room.

“Simon Carter” Simon introduced himself to Harry by extending his hand

Harry took it with a smile, “Harry Styles, nice to meet you, sir”.

“Likewise” Simon smiled back, “what do you think?” pointing to the painting.

“It’s nice… I can see the texture and the color-“Harry stopped mid-sentence when he saw Simon giving him a stop-bullshitting-me look.

“I don’t know why but it makes me feel sad? Or somehow nostalgic” Harry confessed.

“How come?”

“My mother used to be a ballerina, she lived and breathed ballet” Harry smiled,” reminds me a lot of her”

Simon was about to speak but Claire called Harry to eat pizza with her. They went back to Claire’s studio and created another makeshift picnic area. Their conversations varied from comic books, ice cream, and art.

“I mean seriously! Would you consider painting me nude?” Harry playfully ask.

“Stop it” Claire laughed

“You won’t be disappointed, I promise” Harry added, making Claire go red from his dirty joke.

“I mean, I can pose like a real Adonis” Harry posed and made duck lips.

“That pose is giving me serious Kylie Jenner vibes than Greek God” Claire threw a table napkin at Harry.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Harry asked as he sat down.

“I’m moving into the dormitory, and it might take hours so I won’t be coming in here” Claire simply said.

Harry completely forgot that Blair canceled her move-in day and he smacked himself on the forehead, startling Claire.

“Harry?”

“Mosquito” Harry nervously laughed

“Oh” Claire said, “Here.” Claire handed him a piece of glass shaped like a paper airplane in a key chain form.

“A prism glass?” Harry smiled from ear to ear

“Yeah, I noticed you liked making paper airplanes when you’re bored and I also saw your necklace so I made one for you,” Claire said, her cheeks becoming a deeper shade of pink.

"A thank you gift, for helping me this past week" She added.

“Thanks” Harry said and suddenly kissed her cheek.

Claire’s eyes grew bigger as she felt Harry’s soft lips, her cheeks felt like they’ve been swiftly touched by a feather. It left a tingling feel once Harry pulled away, her heart definitely skipped a beat.

“I know I told you how I felt about you” Harry suddenly spoke,” is it possible that you feel the same way for me too?”

“I just think it’s all happening too fast…” Claire whispered, “I mean don’t get me wrong bu-“

“Ouch!”

Harry flicked her nose and laughed, ” I’ll wait for your answer, look at your nose! You look like Rudolph!”

“Oh yeah?” Claire challenged as she swiped some pizza sauce on his cheek, and quickly stood up to get away from Harry.

“OH, it's ON!” Harry chased her,” get back here!” he playfully screamed and Claire replied with her laugh as she ran away from him.

//

Harry entered the crash pad and Louis immediately signaled a devil’s horn meaning Blair’s not in a good mood, Harry chuckled as he waved a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey” He smiled as he came close.

“You’re late” Blair stated, she sat crossed legged with a scowl on her face.

“For you” Harry smiled as he handed her the bouquet of tulips.

Blair’s face softened as she immediately stood up to place the flowers in a vase. Harry and Louis quickly chatted up as Louis was telling him a story about a girl he met at the club the other night.

Blair received a text and upon opening it she found out it was Peyton

iMessage

Peyton : did you talk to Harry about Claire? They went out again today, isn’t it so exciting?

Blair remembered that Harry specifically said he was going to meet his dad after school,” Did he lie?” she whispered to herself.

iMessage

Blair: Oh I’m with him right now, I’ll ask.

Blair:He said he ran into her when he was checking out art downtown.

Peyton: So does he like her? Or say she’s pretty?

Blair: He say’s I’m prettier

Peyton: C’mon spill!

Blair: I don’t know, we’re kinda busy partying. I’ll ask later.

Blair turned her phone off and took a deep breath. She grabbed the beer from Louis hold and chugged it even though she hates beer.

“Hey! Blair!” Louis protested,” What’s gotten into you?”

“I hate getting pity flowers,” Blair said as she placed the bottle down the coffee table.

Harry stood up, he knew that Blair knew he lied about where he went.

“Blair-“

“Don’t bother, why didn’t you just tell us? Or maybe because the agenda is different this time?” Blair snapped.

“It’s still the same thing, I’m trying to finish this bet” Harry explained.

“Blair calm down…” Louis said, guiding her to sit down.

Blair accidentally sat on Harry’s backpack and the sound of shattered glass was heard.

“Wha-“Blair was about to say something but Harry pulled her off his backpack, his grip on her wrist was tight it made Blaire wince. When he opened it the prism Claire made was shattered into pieces.

“Can’t you be more careful!” Harry raised his voice

“I d-didn’t mean to break it,” Blair said and held her aching wrist,” Where did you get it? I’ll just buy you a new one” Blair was about to get from Harry when he snatched it from her.

“It’s handmade” Harry studied the broken paper airplane, Blair's expression changed as she realized who it's from

“Maybe we can still fix it” Louis tried to help

“Stop! Just… stop” Harry said, as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes in frustration.

“Geez Harry, it’s just a fucking key chain” Louis complained.

Blair felt a sting on her finger, she had a cut when Harry snatched the shard of glass from her. Harry snapped his head to look at Blair and saw blood coming out.

“Blair”

“That was the first time you got so angry with me….” Blair whispered, “I didn’t mean to do it, okay? I’m sorry” she collected her things and went out of the crash pad leaving the bouquet of tulips on the island of the bar.

Louis also collected his things and ran after Blair, “Blair you can’t go home alone, it’s late!”
Harry received a call from Blair’s mother shortly after.

Phone Call

Harry: Mrs. Harrington?

Elaine: Hello Harry, is Blair with you? It’s rather late and she’s not home, I’m a bit worried.

Harry: She’s on her way, Louis’s dropping her off

Elaine: Oh, thank goodness. Um. There’s one more thing

Harry: yes?

Elaine: Blair mentioned at dinner the other night about the idea of us moving into the manor…. If it made you uncomfortable, I apologize.

Harry: Oh um, sorry about that

Elaine: No, it was insensitive for me to act upon it. It was your mother’s home I should respect that. I just wanted to let you know that your father and I are looking into a different option.

Harry: Whatever suits you both, Mrs. Harrington.

Elaine: It’s Elaine, okay then, have a good night Harry.

Harry: You too, Mrs. Harrington

Call ended.

Harry sighed, he couldn’t imagine what Blair had to go through to sit at that dinner and defend him. He felt guilty after he had just screamed at her for a key chain.

Louis was speeding off the highway with Blair seated in the passenger seat still clutching on her injured hand. He stopped by immediately in a convenience store nearby to get a pack of band-aids for Blair.

“Make sure to cover all of it to avoid bruising,” Louis said as he handed the packet to Blair.

“I bet you get boxes of this all the time” Blair chuckled.

“With my dad’s beating? I think I need a lifetime supply” Louis joked.

Blair looked down and disregarded Louis’s joke. She knew Louis hated his father with a passion, his father is so violent and cruel but Louis was the opposite. He hated him but still respected him in a way because Louis isn’t the type of person that could hold a grudge.

“How’s your mom?” Blair spoke carefully.

“Still in the hospital…. Funny thing is I don’t know if I wanted her to wake up and face my dad again” Louis faked a smile to prevent himself from crying.

“Forget I asked….” Blair said, “Take me home, please?”

“Let’s get McDonald’s first” Louis suggested and Blair replied with a huge smile.

//

“Claire…. C’mon you can’t be bummed about what Blair said” Peyton nudged her best friend.

“I’m not, it’s just that all I kept thinking about is him” Claire blurted, and buried her head back on the pillow, ” AH! I’m going crazy”

“I’m so jealous, I want my own Harry Styles” Peyton said as she laid down beside Claire.

“What’s he like?” Peyton nudged Claire repeatedly and ushering her to give details.

“Peyton please….” Claire whined causing Peyton to laugh at her and hugged her tight

“Pleaseeeee?”

“He’s very smart, the way his curiosity drives him…. Its like he’s a kid lost in the world. He smokes, a lot. He notices the little things…” Claire took her time and really thought about what she had observed from the whole week she’s been seeing Harry.

“Why are you even asking me this? You went to school with him” Claire said.

“Well, he’s really silent at school, but people always notice him. He has that cool-mysterious factor kinda thing but he’s always with Blair and Louis” Peyton informed.

“Oh.” that was all Claire managed to say.

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